so glad, that she had hoped he would. She acts as if everything he does is because she's asked him to, as a favor to her. She sends Nick to me—she sends Nick to me!"
"And you receive him sweetly, Patient Griselda?"
"I haven't any pride with him. I haven't any sense. I only love him"
"Of course you may get a lot of enjoyment out of seeing yourself as a martyr, burning in flames of love and pain. That's always a flattering self-portrait."
"Oh, don't, don't! Only I don't know what to do. Help me!"
"He'll never really love you until you hurt him."
"I couldn't
"She does, if I know her."
"Yes, she does, she hurts him terribly. She will have been simply lovely to him, and then she'll get cold and disagreeable and hardly speak to him, and he'll worry over what he's done, and nearly kill himself trying to get her
